Felicity downloaded the original footage to an external flash drive then cleaned the video to only include Oliver sitting at the bar and the woman slipping the drug in his drink. She felt guilty lying to him but she told herself that it was for the best. He trusted her. She was the one woman that he hadn't messed up with and she couldn't be reduced to just another notch on his bedpost. She was his friend, well that didn't quite cover what they were but if he knew he would feel guilty, like he had taken advantage of her. She couldn't hear him apologize for something that had meant so much to her.

"What did you find?" Oliver asked as he strode into the foundry.

"Your blood test came back positive for Lethazolten."

"What's that?"

"It's pretty much the new Vertigo. It swept through the glades while you were gone. Wasn't much Digg and I could do about it." Another look of guilt crossed his face so she continued on. "Lethazolten is named because it means 'Forget and live.' It basically makes you do things you wouldn't normally do and forget about it."

"So I guess I'm lucky I only did what I did."

"Yeah, you could put it that way." She swallowed hard.

"Do the memories come back?"

"That's the thing, it effects everyone differently. Some remember after a few days."

"I'm guessing that's the good news?"

"Yes, some never remember."

He sighed. "Great."

"Is there...something you want to remember?"

He stared at her for a second deciding whether or not to tell her.

"I was with somebody Felicity. The last time I had a night like that was before the island. I thought I'd changed. Whoever it was left. Did I do something? What did I say to her? Did I treat her like a one night stand? I just wonder..."

She thought about babbling it all out just then. She hated that he felt that way when she had the power to fix it...but was it really fixing it when you switched it out for something much worse? She forced herself to swallow, her mouth felt like cotton.

"Any footage?"

"Yeah," she showed him the clean loop she had edited.

"Can you get me a name on the woman?"

"You really have to ask? Facial recognition running now."

"What about outside cameras?" She pulled up the footage. Thankfully she hadn't had to edit it much because of the camera angles outside the club. All it showed was Oliver and a faceless woman getting in a cab. It was too dark to identify who. "Well, that fills in some of the blanks," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm still wondering where I even met her. There wasn't anything on the video." She looked to the floor.

"Felicity I-"

"It's okay," She looked at the loop again, saw the flash of her silver strap of her heel as it caught the light. "You were roofied. You have nothing to explain."

Now there was only one thing left to figure out.

What was her excuse?

An old threat returned to Starling City thanks to the quake and Iron Heights. Barton Mathis AKA The Dollmaker. He was turning helpless women into human if Porcelain Dolls weren't creepy enough.

Detective Lance reached out to the Arrow for help. It was ironic really since last year he was the one trying to put him behind bars. Now Laurel had taken the helm of the Anti-Vigilante task force and it didn't sit well with Oliver. She and Diggle got to work reading all the old case files on Mathis and his victims and were able to sum up his MO. He chose his victims for their skins and killed every three days, that meant the they only had two to catch him. So she volunteered to be bait which she has to admit wasn't her greatest idea. It probably followed right behind following Oliver into his room that night. And that's how she found herself walking into a dark alleyway.

"Felicity, stay in public," said Oliver through his comm.

"You don't have to tell me twice," she replied.

"I don't like this," said Detective Lance.

"She volunteered," Oliver stated.

"Wow, she must really believe in you."

Felicity tuned out of the rest of the conversation, it became a dull hum in her hear as she tried to keep an eye out for Mathis. A moment later a arm reached out of a van and yanked her inside. She doesn't even have time to get out a muffled scream before he covers her mouth.

"Shhh...shhh, be quiet pretty girl." Her breath hitched in her chest. He pulled her comm out of her ear and shut it off. Remain calm. Breathe, in, breathe out. 'Oliver's coming for me.' She chanted it over and over. He drove away from the scene slowly as to not draw any attention. 'This is bad, very very bad,' Felicity thought to herself.

He took her to a old warehouse that he set up a laboratory of sorts in. Tears track down her face and her whole body quivered. Mathis tied her to a upright metal table and bound her hands and feet. "There, there," he said as he wiped her tears, she jerked her head away from him."We don't want to ruin your skin with tears now do we?"

"You're sick," she spat.

"I'm a artist," he said as he lifts up the glass containing gray polymer.

"You call yourself an artist? You're killing innocent women and turning them into human dolls! If that's not sick I don't know what is." He came towards her with the tube and she let out a scream. He slammed her head against the hard metal.

"The more you struggle the longer it will take."

"Oh I'm counting on it. I thought you would be more of a monologuer." she said and he smiles.

"You're a feisty one aren't you? I like that. It makes the work so much more interesting." He takes her chin in his hand and shoves the tube in her mouth. She's rubbed her wrist raw pulling at the ties. She watched him pace across the room for the glass container. "You're different than any woman I've ever worked on. You haven't even begged me not to kill you." She screams around the tube. "You're going to make a beautiful doll," he said as he poured the liquid in the glass container connected to the tube.

They say you see your life flash before your eyes before you die and they aren't wrong.

The day she graduated MIT.

The first time she met Oliver,

Oliver grabbing her face and kissing her.

Waking up in his arms.

Oliver, Oliver, Oliver.

When did he become her everything?

When the liquid gets halfway she closed her eyes and focused of her memories of him, she remembers Oliver cradling her face, the way he ran his hands through her hair, his lips running down her neck, the way his touches made her shiver, the sound of his laughter, his smile. She doesn't have enough time to remember everything about him but she stays on his smile. The smile she saw so rarely had the power to light up her world. It could get her through anything, even death.

Since her eyes are closed she doesn't see Oliver land on a table and let a arrow fly into the glass container shattering it. The tube ripped from her mouth and her eyes fly open. Mathis runs but Oliver's eyes are only for her. He jumps from the table and runs towards her, tears of relief running unchecked down her cheeks.

"What are you doing? Go after him!" she choked through her raw throat.

"Diggle and Lance will take care of it," he says as he moves to cut the ties binding her hands and feet. He takes her wrist in his hands, his thumbs roving lightly over the raw flesh. "I'm sorry," he says. His voice sounds broken and his eyes look suspiciously moist."

"It's okay, you saved me."

"I almost didn't."

"But you did...Oliver you did. The only thing I'm sorry for is being the damsel in distress."

"How do you do that? You just got kidnapped and nearly killed, you should be angry with me! I supposed the protect you and I almost got you killed Felicity!"

"Is that what you want from me Oliver? To be angry? To leave you and this dangerous life behind?"

"It's what I hope for everyday."

"Well it's not going to happen. I choose this, I choose you..." she noticed her slip of tongue but at that moment she didn't care. "You best get used to it Oliver because I'm not going anywhere." Oliver opened his mouth to reply but is cut off by Lance coming into the room.

"Are you okay?" He asks. She pulls herself from Oliver's arms.

"Yeah, just a little shaken up." She pulled the tracker from her hair clasp and holds it up to the light. "Good thing I think ahead," she joked. Lance doesn't look amused. It's the only thing keeping her from falling apart right now and she has a feeling she's going into shock.

"Thanks to your man we caught him. He's secured himself a permanent place in solitary at Iron Heights but if I had my way he'd be six feet under. It's almost too bad you're trying a different way," says Lance. Sirens wailed in the distance. "You better get out of here." Lance telling the Arrow to run from the law? Ironic indeed.

The Arrow glances at her. "It's okay," she assured him.

"Don't worry I'll take care of your girl," said Lance.

"See that you do," he growled through the synthesizer, the threat lingered in the air as he shots a arrow and disappeared up the cable. Lance grunted and she shook her head, who said Oliver wasn't dramatic? Lance takes off his jacket and drapes it around her shoulders. "Thanks," she whispers.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he said sincerely.

"The important thing is he'll never hurt anyone ever again." Squad cars and an ambulance pull up alongside Detective Lances. Paramedics rush to meet her. She hands Lance back his jacket before she allows the medics to examine her. They wrap a scratchy gray blanket around her shoulders. She began to wander when and if she's going to break down. Lance get's Diggle past the officers and after she's been checked and given her statement she lets him take her home.

"You okay?" he asked concerned at her silence.

"No, but I will be." She sucked in a breath. "Eventually."

"You don't have to be strong, Felicity what you went through tonight-" She cut him off.

"Was terrible and I'll remember it forever but this is what we do Diggle. It's a price we pay to keep this city safe and I would have gladly paid it if it meant that man would never lay a hand on another woman ever again."

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No, I think...I just want to be alone." He looked reluctant to believe her. "I need some time Digg, but don't worry I'll see you tomorrow. We have a city to protect," she kissed his cheek and climbs from the car.

It's not until she gets inside and she's alone that it happens. She sinks down the front door and breaks down. She sobbed harder than she ever had in her life nearly making herself sick. She wrapped her arms around herself and just sat there and cried for a long time until a pair of arms wrapped around her making her jump.

"Shhh, it's okay," he soothed. She doesn't stop to wonder how he got inside only wraps her arms around him and cried harder. When his shirt is soaked and all her tears were spent, she fell asleep against his chest. She doesn't wake until her back meets the cool sheets and even then she's in that place between oblivion and awareness.

That's why when he tucked the blankets around her and placed a feather light kiss on her forehead she begins to wonder if she's dreaming, 'Because Oliver doesn't kiss her in a non drugged state.'

It was her last thought before she lets the darkness overtake her.